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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519400" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 53: In Martial Sports</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519400" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In martial sports I had my cunning tried, <br>And yet to break more staves did me address: <br>While, with the people's shouts, I must confess, <br>Youth, luck, and praise, ev'n fill'd my veins with pride; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519400" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When Cupid having me his slave descried, <br>In Mars's livery, prancing in the press: <br>'What now, Sir Fool,' said he; I would no less. <br>'Look here, I say.' I look'd and Stella spied, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519400" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who hard by made a window send forth light. <br>My heart then quak'd, then dazzled were mine eyes; <br>One hand forgot to rule, th'other to fight. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519400" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Nor trumpet's sound I heard, nor friendly cries; <br>My foe came on, and beat the air for me, <br>Till that her blush taught me my shame to see.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Philip+Sidney">Philip Sidney</a></strong></div>

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